"You know the problem with poetry," I said.
"Oh boy," she said, "what?"
"It only reaches a human audience."
"Who do you wanna reach, dogs?"
"No. But people are fickle and stupid."
"So," she said, "who do want reading your stuff?"
"Someone BETTER than people, extraterrestrials maybe."
"You wanna write poetry for ALIENS? Like, Klaatu Barada Nikto?"
"Leave the titles to me, just hold the telescope steady."
"Oh boy," she said, "what?"
HEE!
Posted by: Wendy | May 17, 2011 at 02:46 PM
I like your poems, although I sometimes do not fully understand them.
BTW, do you like Tomi Ungerer? He will be in Philadelphia in June, just in case:
http://www.tomiungerer.com/american-visit/
Posted by: Paula / Hamburg | May 18, 2011 at 02:22 AM
Please don't abandon us for aliens, Charlie. For all we know, they may be stupid and fickle on an intergalactic scale.
We need you to keep writing for us humans. (And dogs. They're more savvy than they let on. And mind-bogglingly unfickle.)
Posted by: trainwatcher | May 18, 2011 at 05:45 AM
No worries, Bob. This was actually pretty much verbatim from a convo I had with my ex years ago. Tho I was not drunk at the time, I was fairly addled in general.
Posted by: Charlie | May 18, 2011 at 10:47 AM